She takes my hand gently and she shows me to the ocean Dressed in flowing caftan and beads from Casablanca And the sun breaks though the clouds like a wrestler in a circus And she tells me of her journey through the mountains and the deserts Then she picks among the flotsam and jetsam for the sea shells They are waiting to be discovered and they will wait until forever For her the journey is her mission (Guitar solo) And we sit inside the cafe From the cold and winter weather Our hands around the coffee cups attempting to keep warm While the conversation deepens and leaves behind the small talk And the waiter hovers quietly in the background And her journey takes me further (Piano solo) She holds my hand gently As we walk along the pathway To the flower-covered garden that opens to her doorway And then she takes me in to where her world is waking While Tapestry is playing on an old record player And her journey is a song And I want to travel further Than all the stars in heaven And I want the night to hold me and keep my wild possession But morning brings the sunlight Yet I wake alone and empty And her journey is completed
